Here I keep in thoughts so deep there is no end,
to plummet down past autographs and
pictures of my old home town that send me
to this reverie.
This tree with many branches shakes, passing
tears and the breaking of so many hearts
and parts would shower me with seeds
that fly and grow to feed
another reverie,
no end,no bend to go around,to flush the roaring sound
that battens on my ears,more tears,
and happiness.
Just as is, is more or less and this is,
I guess why my thoughts are so deep
and I keep them in the end
to send me messages.